Author Archives: akonecki

Spice Ace

Dying Easter eggs. Sipping Squirt and tequila at the kitchen table, a friend’s mother stirring a pot of mole, wisps of steam curling around her face. Limp petals clinging to thorny branches knocked about in the gray fall winds. Pizza! I zip from shelf to shelf, inhaling deeply. Thick summer twilight, mosquitos whining eeeeEEeeEeEEE, and […]

Road Trip! Fitzgerald Marine Reserve

I combed. I scoured. No octopus. It was midday and the sun was bright, without even a wisp of a cloud overhead. The shy, nocturnal octopus likely wouldn’t be making an appearance. Still… * I hopped from a pitted, rocky outcropping onto a soggy patch of sand, eyes never lifting from the still, shallow pool […]

Vital Tea Leaf

Sorry, but you’ve been killing your tea. The young woman flicks back her long, black hair and pours hot water into a ceramic bowl containing a lump of twisted brown tea leaves. “Tea should be brewed with water that’s between 180 and 195 degrees—not boiling.” Moments after pouring the water, she places another bowl over […]

Musee Mecanique

Saloon-soaked piano notes cavort over the cotton-candy tinkle of chimes. Air hockey pucks chink and clink. Brass bells clang. Monkeys in bright vests and pompom trimmed sombreros blow on horns. A drunken mime slouches against a lamppost, leering suggestively. Lights stutter and blink, the ferris wheel goes around and around, and a man is hanged. […]

Indigenous Peoples Sunrise Gathering

People hug blankets and hot cups of coffee to their chests, chattering and smiling for pictures. The undulating rumble of chanting woven through with a soft, steady drumbeat floats up from the deck below before being snatched away on the chilly wind. Other than the wink of a few stars and the distant pools of […]

ODC Dance / Rhythm & Motion

It’s as if there’s a big jelly jar around you and your hips are cleaning off all the jelly. Far from a fluid flourish of jelly coated hips, mine jerk and twitch stickily about the imaginary glass. Surely “Absolute Beginner Tribal Belly Dance” is a misnomer. * When I enter the classroom I find a […]

Omnivore Books

  An ideal truffle smells like the perfect lover in your most elaborate fantasy, only better. — Shroom: Mind-bendingly Good Recipes for Cultivated and Wild Mushrooms, Becky Selengut Now that is something I need to taste. Silken Scrambled Eggs with Shaved Alba White Truffles… Truffle Gougères… Paging through the book, I come across a fluted, […]

Hardly Strictly Bluegrass 2014

Dirt spills into my sneakers and puffs up in small, dry whorls as I slide down the hillside grove of fragrant eucalyptus. Dust mingles with the vegetal bite of pot, filling my nostrils and laying a soft film over my hair and clothing. In the meadow below, waves of bodies surge and swirl. Atop rumpled […]

Seward Street Slides

Wound up, stressed out. Grumpy. A swirling, sludgy mess clogs my brain and plods with heavy, wheezing steps through my chest; a palpable metastasis. * I grab a flattened FedEx box out of my neighbor’s recycling bin and tuck it into my bag. On the train I look with slight giddiness at the bobbing, blank […]

Hard French

The line stretched from the door of El Rio all the way down the block. After ten minutes with barely a shuffle forward, I resorted to paper-bagged-amusement courtesy of the tiny liquor store flanking the tail end of the queue. A few sips in though, the line sprang to life and I and my fellow […]